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trois cent soixante cinq jours that have been spent by each and everyone, blue sky, rain clouds, every where under                                           the same sun, the same sun, day in and day out, rise to set to rise                          AGAIN. so dark right now I sit at my desk and see only me in the reflection of this window in the co-pilot seat                     dog at my feet, she has my back, nose toward the door, nothing comes in without her noticing oh where was I, so many places already have welcomed                           2014, so much traffic on the the boulevard, sirens singing there urgent call, get to your parties, get off the streets, be safe, be wary fire crackers, fire works, you bet it does, the stars will never be so close until they explode above our heads, nearby next year is nearly here so close, nearby friends few, family too, nearby, God bless all of you, nearby tangle of lives, tangle of signal, tangle of words, emotions mingle, oh to be cold to it all then only death, would await nearby that is not how the old leaves and turn color, and the new arrives very soon in Yonkers, which is not very close or nearby, this year has been an education, by any measure, these poems all, quatre cent quatre vingt deux que j'ai ecrit en 2013 has been that pressure, valve or release and meagre creativity, nearby close at hand, to prepare the soil, to let me toil, as I wrestle and roil with sentiments instead of sediment, nearby.   ©DWE122013(finale)
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
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trois cent soixante cinq jours that have been spent by each and everyone, blue sky, rain clouds, every where under                                           the same sun, the same sun, day in and day out, rise to set to rise                          AGAIN. so dark right now I sit at my desk and see only me in the reflection of this window in the co-pilot seat                     dog at my feet, she has my back, nose toward the door, nothing comes in without her noticing oh where was I, so many places already have welcomed                           2014, so much traffic on the the boulevard, sirens singing there urgent call, get to your parties, get off the streets, be safe, be wary fire crackers, fire works, you bet it does, the stars will never be so close until they explode above our heads, nearby next year is nearly here so close, nearby friends few, family too, nearby, God bless all of you, nearby tangle of lives, tangle of signal, tangle of words, emotions mingle, oh to be cold to it all then only death, would await nearby that is not how the old leaves and turn color, and the new arrives very soon in Yonkers, which is not very close or nearby, this year has been an education, by any measure, these poems all, quatre cent quatre vingt deux que j'ai ecrit en 2013 has been that pressure, valve or release and meagre creativity, nearby close at hand, to prepare the soil, to let me toil, as I wrestle and roil with sentiments instead of sediment, nearby.   ©DWE122013(finale)
Thank you encouragers of hello poetry, I do consider myself a poet, just trying to write my first poem, your reads, your energy, your poetry, your lives all shared, thank you for entrusting me with the ugly and the beauty, I hope you all know, that we each bring reason to the others rhymes, and there are no posers when it comes to prose, how can you fake a soul?
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
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